One of my coworkers’ resolutions is to take more baths, and I think that’s lovely. I don’t like baths myself, but the sentiment is nice: do things that make you happy/bring you peace/whatever instead of trying to somehow improve yourself because you find yourself lacking in some way. If you’re going to make resolutions, they ought to be doable, and how easily kept is a resolution when it reminds you of what you don’t like about yourself?
It’s also that you can start Day 1 on any day of the year. If something truly bothers you, if it’s truly important, don’t wait. Dive right in.
Of course, this could also all be because I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions. That can’t come as a surprise: while I’m all about BIG SHINY NEW IDEAS, following through is…really not my thing. If I were to make resolutions, “to follow through more quickly” would be one of them. It would be a great one (or a horrible one) because it applies to so much. For example, laundry. I eventually manage to do laundry (I don’t mind doing laundry once I’ve started, but it’s lugging the hamper downstairs that’s the challenge), but then I don’t put my laundry away until it’s almost time to do laundry again. And each and every time, I swear that it’ll be different, I will fold my laundry straight away instead of pulling clean clothing from the hamper and tossing dirty clothes on the floor. And each and every time, it’s no different.
Here’s another Not Resolution: do a little bit of room-organizing every week (most likely on the weekend). A cluttered room only bothers me because it can occasionally make it difficult for me to think; I end up feeling so restless when I’m surrounded by mess for too long, and I’ve been surrounded by mess for too long. And room-organizing could be putting laundry away (so win-win). It’s not a complete room-cleaning every weekend, just a little bit to make sure there aren’t any glasses or mugs growing mold on my desk, that the stacks of books are neat, that sort of thing. And if I take down all the glasses and mugs, I won’t have to stack books if I don’t want to. That’s what “a little bit” means.
Then there are general goals, things that I’ve been meaning to do forever but never have, like: clean out the boxes under my bed and the junk drawers. (And as these are things in my room, they count as room-organizing!) Apply to jobs in more desirable locales. Travel more (so I can make a longer list of those more desirable locales). Work to get myself the hell out of here because I don’t feel like myself in PA.
Journal at least twice a week. Read more regularly. Blog more regularly (maybe). Spend less time online; I don’t even enjoy the internet at all that much. Drink lots of tea. Write every single day.
Write every single day is the main one. It’s the big one. I don’t have word count goals because I don’t want to make myself hate writing, but I need to write every day. Reading and writing are the two activities that make me feel the most like myself, and when too much time goes by and I haven’t…well, like I said, it’s a lovely sentiment to do things that make you happy or bring you peace.